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Drip...
Drip...
Blood fell from the tip of the dagger, dropping onto the pool of blood on the ground.
The man clad in a raincoat stretched out his hand expressionlessly to grasp the doorknob and, with a gentle pull, stepped out with mechanical stride, one step at a time.
Inside the room.
Harley and Catherine leaned against the wall by the door, one on the left and one on the right.
One with a chest pierced through, the other with a huge slash across the neck.
Swift and decisive, a fatal blow.
And this was just the beginning.
...
At the moment, inside the couple's café.
Du Wei sat by the window, quietly observing the hotel opposite, or more precisely, the window on the fifth floor.
An evil corpse, severed at the waist, clung to the outer side of the window. Due to the angle of the light, the area was very dark, hardly noticeable if one wasn't paying attention.
